All Chapters of The Cursed Passion: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I stare out through the window of the hotel room I have been hiding in for the past ten days, slowly healing the wounds I received from the chaos that happened that night. That night. Everything is still fresh in my head. Everything makes a repeat of itself in my head almost like a broken record.I remember Leonardo and the rogues. I remember Vance and Damian trying to protect me, and I remember the blood pouring down Raven's head like a waterfall. Everything about that night brings shivers to my spine, and the more it plays in my head, the more I realize I have always been one step closer to death my whole life without realizing, and now my baby's life is also involved.Isleen has assured me that as long as Damian lives and loves Raven, nothing is going to happen to her, but Raven has fallen into a coma, however I still believe Damian would do everything to keep her alive. I have seen the love in his eyes whenever he looks at her, and Vance... Vance. The fath

(DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Three months pass, and Raven still remains in a coma but has managed to shift a finger before falling back into a deep sleep. Even as before, I couldn't dare to go in there but stayed outside and watched through the glass as she breathed through the oxygen with no sign of waking up."I never thought I would say this, but I see how much you love my daughter," Mr. Grey shows up beside me, arms crossed over his chest while watching the pale form of his daughter through the glass."You know I have always thought she was joking when she said she preferred older men, and that's why she never dated in high school and the beginning of college. She said young guys are childish; imagine my surprise when she displayed her interest for you before me. Knowing your status as a wolf, I thought you might find her too childish and discard her off as a weak little human, but you have shown you deeply love her. I wonder how it became like this," he shakes his head and sighs."I

(RAVEN’S POINT OF VIEW}Never returning to Chicago? Ah. Why would I need his help to reach Chicago when I make the booking myself?I make them believe I'm never going to leave the hospital, only to steal my dad’s credit card and book the first flight I get my hands on and there I am, on my way back to Chicago.The first thing I feel when I step out of the airport is the rush of cool air, thick with the smell of fuel, and that faint hint of autumn.With a jacket and a hoodie over my head with a face cap, I call the first cap that immediately takes me to Ahvi’s home.Getting there, I knock on the front door a couple of times before it opens to reveal Mrs. Jude looked worse for wear. Her shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded, and hair escaping its tie in messy strands. “Hello, Mrs. Judes." I greet her with a smile, that she doesn’t return. She looks at me from head to toe, almost like she doesn't recognize me. I am not ready to introduce myself until she says…“I thought you were in a com

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The week feels heavier than usual, each day dragging by. Though I'm using the spell book to keep myself occupied, it's not enough. I know I can’t go on like this, trapped in my own mind. So, after a restless night of twists and turns, I find myself signing up for a prenatal yoga class at a nearby studio. They say it helps you connect with your baby, find peace. Maybe it will help me find something close to peace.The room is serene, with dim lighting and a soft lavender scent in the air. A few other pregnant women are already rolling out their mats, chatting in low voices. I set mine up in the back, hoping to go unnoticed, but clearly, fate has other plans.“First time?” A woman next to me asks, smiling as she places her water bottle down.“Yeah,” I say, nodding, a little embarrassed, realizing I'm the youngest in the room. “Thought I’d give it a try.”“I meant the child,” she motions her eyes down to my stomach, and realization hits me.“Oh yes, first time.” I

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Another month passed and I am seven months pregnant and the babies kick in there as if they are playing football, keeping me awake most of the night but it's a sight that makes me lighter.I drag myself out of my bedroom feeling heavier than normal. Not inner heavy, I'm talking about the load I'm carrying in my stomach. Again, I've gone most the night without a winkle of sleep because they won't stop kicking and there I am not, pouring myself a cup of coffee using the basic magic I've learnt.Oh, I've gone far with my magic. I can move things around with just a simple spell and it's working out great for me since I'm feeling so freaking heavy most of the time.I hum as I wait for the coffee to finish preparing itself and once it's done, it materializes in my hand and I take a sip, again humming to myself.“Something looks happy,” Isleen enters the kitchen with a bag of groceries and I smile at her. “You look like you didn't sleep the whole night.”“The babies kep